Chapter 6
After Sally had left the patio, Viola continued to stroke Randy and calm him down.
"The worst thing you could do right now is to run after her," she cautioned. "The damage has been done and can't be repaired. But if you rush her, we're going to lose a good chance to manage this thing in a reasonable way, darling. Let's wait to see how Cliff handles her. Don't you think that's best?"
"But Sally's still my wife. I must do something."
"Well, let's just follow her then, and see what happens."
So they had followed after her into the living room, where they had peered in secretively and watched her encounter with Cliff. All the while Viola had continued to stroke Randy's genitals and run her hands over his magnificent young body. She was so hot to go it was ridiculous. Even with that initial shattering climax just minutes old, she felt as if her loins would burst forth with another one on the smallest provocation.
They had also listened in as Cliff helped Sally to the bathroom, and then as he led her upstairs to the bedroom. Randy had gone sour at this, whispering to Viola: "She's pretty naive. He'd better not try anything Sally will bite his head off."
And Viola had laughed, running her hand inside his trousers and then inside his drawers to the hairy-based thick sex meat. She was delighted to find it even nicer than she had expected, and immediately her vagina increased the level of its secretion.
Shushing Randy, she led him into the second bedroom and parted the connecting door between the two bedrooms so that they could hear everything that was going on next door. Then they proceeded to undress each other. In another moment she had relaxed him back down onto the bed, both of them totally naked. Randy was still in a doubtful mood, but Viola shushed him and stroked his genitals and kissed him warmly on the lips. She was thrilled to find his naked flesh even more magnificent than she had expected. Randy was honey-tanned all over, with very smooth flesh set elegantly over firm young muscles everywhere. The only lighter-colored area was made by the outline of his swimming briefs, and even there he was more olive in cast than she had expected. She thrilled to running her hands all over his beautiful body as he fondled the huge overhang of her tits and ran his fingers down into the soft warm nest of squirming sensuality between her legs.
Viola's over-eager cunt hadn't stopped seeping for a moment, and now she made a soft animal sound as his fingers probed into the hot, throbbing well of her sex. She gripped his nicely-shaped cock and ran the foreskin up and down as they explored each other's mouths. She wanted his hot shaft inside of her more than anything she could think of. She had already had one shattering, fantastic climax from his mouth. She felt sure now that his penis was going to break her lengthy string of sexual failures. It would be so wonderful to feel his hot semen squirting up into her as she was flying off into her own orgasm as well.
They heard through their haze of sex and lust Clifford returning to the adjoining bedroom with Sally's drink, but this didn't register very much. They continued pursuing their passion. Viola gripped Randy's cock and masturbated him gently, while his fingers sluiced in and out of her hot wet pussy, making her ready for his organ. They were both so hot that foreplay was going to be at a minimum, although Randy did for a moment take one of her high, two-inch distended nipples into his mouth and draw on her shapely udder as if he were a calf at a cow. This exquisite pressure on her hyper-sensitive breast tissue made Viola squirm maddeningly, and she tried to pull his cock right out of its hairy base in order to implant it in her throbbing body.
In the next room Cliff had returned surprised to find that Sally had removed her sweater. Her huge, shapely breasts quivered in maddening unrest every time she made the slightest move. The brassiere her breasts were encased in was just ridiculously flimsy against the magnificent swell of her proportions. The deeper color of her areoles shone through. Cliff couldn't remember when he had seen such a beautiful physique on any woman. She was like a work of art, or one of those sexy cartoons of wasp-waisted, immensely over-busted blondes. Sally was almost inhumanly sexy and desirable, if such a thing were possible, a caricature of everything female at its sexiest.
For herself, she was not trying to be sexy. Sally had merely found herself very warm and uncomfortable. A fierce strangling sensation had taken hold of her.. So she had removed her sweater almost from instinct. Now she sat up in the bed, the firm mounds of her breasts jiggling as Cliff approached her. She was totally unaware of the effect she was having on him. The enormous erection that bulged the front of his trousers was entirely unnoticed.
"Thanks, Cliff," she murmured warmly, stroking his hand as he passed her the drink. Her shining golden hair had come undone in several places and fanned out warmly over her back. She took the drink and let the cooling liquid trickle downward. Her voluptuous body moved sensuously before his devouring eyes.
Now that she had regurgitated some of the anisette, the highball went down more smoothly. Sally couldn't remember when she had drunk so much before. Ordinarily she just sipped, and a single drink could last her an entire night.
But she needed something extra this night to blot out the horrible scene she had witnessed on the terrace, with Randy's face buried deep between Viola's thrashing legs, and the older woman moaning and sighing and stifling long, drawn-out groans that were punctuated by tiny little gasps. Whatever it was he was doing, she knew that it had to be obscene. She didn't know how she knew, but she knew. Her upbringing had been rather circumscribed, but she had gone to school and at school one invariably heard things, even from other girls. No, especially from other girls.
Not that she had ever taken filthy talk seriously. Rather she had dismissed it as merely an aberration that probably had no place in actual fact. The inventions of young people's vivid minds.
But Randy had had his face between Viola's legs. His face, of all things! This meant that some of the ghastly things she had heard were quite possibly true.
But she was disgusted. Whether or not people did such things, Randy was still her husband, and he had no right to extend the circle of his affections. Yet at the same time didn't she feel a genuine affection for Viola? Was this partly the reason she could not get genuinely mad?
Not that she wasn't in grief. He had sworn to cherish her or whatever. She couldn't imagine anything capable of mortifying her more. When she had seen Randy in that horrible position, with Viola her trusted and dear friend-moaning above him, her whole world had crashed about her ears.
"That was good, Cliff," she whispered as she finished her drink, putting it down and stroking his hand. She didn't notice how his flesh shivered when she touched him. "Just what I needed. I'm feeling so warm." She shut her eyes and rested back.
Cliff looked around nervously. What on earth had become of Viola and Randy? He half suspected that they were not up to any good. Viola had always been a vibrant woman of lusty passions, and since he had entered into "difficulty" and self-consciousness with respect to the sexual act, he was not totally sure that she had abstained as he had. As much as it hurt him, he had to admit that there was no earthly reason for a woman to accept her husband's illness in that regard as if it were her own. One expected one's wife to be faithful so long as her husband was viably a man. But what could one reasonably expect if he wasn't, if he was such a despicable failure as himself? It was humiliating to consider that right was on her side, if she was straying. But maybe she wasn't. Maybe she and Randy had merely taken a walk around the block.
As for Randy, he was just a man, and he knew men. If the truth were known, there were very few of any of them that wouldn't like to have a chance at another man's wife if they could take their prize without injuring their social standing or marital condition. Divorce, after all, soaked the man good and proper. But in any case just because a man could appreciate fornicating with another woman did not mean he valued his wife any the less. In actual fact few men who contemplated straying actually wanted to give up their wives and families as well.
A soft sigh escaped Sally's parted, sultry red lips. She was starting to feel warmish again. So much alcohol had made her feel all funny and loose-limbed. She looked up at Cliff through a scarlet haze that was half booze and half dismay. The instinct seized her to divest herself of as much of her clothing as possible.
"Cliff," she murmured huskily through her boozy lips, touching his arm with her rapier-like carmine fingernails, "could you take off my skirt and stockings? I'm feeling I'm feeling all funny. I think I'm going to be sick again."
She hoped that she wouldn't be, but there wasn't much she could do to help it at this stage. She just felt all dreamy, part despondent, part hallucinatory. Her body felt as if it were being boiled over a slow fire. The general feeling of claustrophobia was positively enervating.
She felt his trembling hands pushing up her skirt and tossing her sideways. Then there was the rasp of the zipper on her skirt, and she felt his hands tugging at it, pulling it down over her quivering legs. There was an audible sigh from Cliff and his breathing sounded labored as the full glory of her well-turned nyloned legs came into view. The soft tan on her lovely legs went all the way up to the crotch band of her panties, where he could detect a single curling blonde pubic hair peeping out through the side of the elastic. His heart pounded in his chest and there was a wild waterfall rushing in his ears.
It was just instinct that led her to run her fingers down onto his arm as he worked at her stocking tabs. It occurred to Sally that Cliff was wonderfully hairy. Her Uncle Matt had been hairy, and she had always associated hairiness with masculinity. That is, she had until she had met Randy. His even good looks had quite swept her off her feet, and his general hairlessness had provided him with an appealing clean-cut look she had appreciated at once.
Her father had been a hairy man, too, with great matted black hair all over his muscular body. In some ways Cliff even reminded of her of her dead father. Although her father had been a brute and Cliff was a wonderfully gentle and considerate individual. No comparison at all with her dad, who had been constantly in and out of trouble, involved in barroom brawls and fistfights with policeman, right up to the day of his death.
No, Cliff was gentle, even if the surface similarity was there. If she hadn't met and married Randy, she could have loved someone like Clifford Mathis so mature, worldly, handsome. In a way he was a sort of father-image for her, although he was not really that old.
All these thoughts rambled through her drink-addled brain in no orderly fashion, but rather disjointed and without beginning, ending or middle. In the meantime she could feel Cliffs hands on her soft honey-tanned thighs. She could feel a soft murmur growing between her legs, but had no cogent idea what it was all about.
His fingers trembled and stumbled as they undid her stocking tabs, then they were inserted in her nylons and she could feel them being gently, if nervously, removed. She suddenly noticed the harshness of his breath and wondered if he had taken ill.
His hands smoothed down her shapely legs. "Thank you, Cliff," she murmured irrelevantly through her smoky mental haze.
"You-you're beautiful," she heard his choky voice gasp brokenly.
'Thank you, dear," she whispered mindlessly. She stroked his face and suddenly a picture of Viola with Randy rose into her mind. She considered what they had looked like, and how Viola had moaned. What had he been doing that made her moan like that? Surely ... her mind broke off. She couldn't quite grasp everything. And then Cliffs hands were on her body again.
"You're beautiful," came his adoring voice again, heavy with emotion. She .thought that was a sweet compliment. She closed her eyes.
Then suddenly there was something else, totally unexpected Cliffs urgent hands lifting her up in order to break the clasps on her brassiere.
For a moment she was thunderstruck but then she realized that he was probably undressing her only because she was so dreadfully dozey from all that liquor. She knew Cliff better than to think he was the sort of man who would take advantage. Cliff was a gentleman. He was probably going to throw a blanket over her and then leave so that she could doze without disturbance.
And then suddenly the brassiere was being taken off he had lifted her by the neck with one hand, then reached the other in through her long, shining blonde hair to unclasp her brassiere. He let her down as the flimsy garment came off, and then suddenly she felt his hands on the huge, firmly-set mounds of her hot young breasts...
"Cliff-no! What-what are you doing?"
She tried to rise up on her elbows, but an enervating voltage seemed to travel through her weakened flesh as his hands squeezed her enormous breasts. She liked having them squeezed like that. His hands were curiously rough, and for some reason not as respectful as Randy's usually were. There was an involuntary sigh breaking from her lips as he pulled them up and out, manipulated them and squeezed them. He pinched her nipples and she cried out. Opening one eye weakly, she saw that her nipples had hardened and were standing out like dark little toy soldiers above the milk-white mounds of her immense breasts.
"Cliff ... you ... you shouldn't ... "
Suddenly her loins sent down a wave of heated fluid and her legs seemed to dissolve. His head had bent and he was chewing soundlessly on her nipples, going from one to the other with lust-crazed abandon. Sally groaned and she heard him murmur below:
"Oh, I adore you ... oh God, Sally ... I adore you..."
He adored her! Her drugged mind struggled to register that fact, but now there were too many other sensations attacking her emotionally disturbed and slowly awakening flesh. Her legs opened weakly and she shook her head, trying to dispel some of her liquorish grogginess. But it was no use. The passionate titillation that began in her nipples was spreading all through the creamy mounds of her breasts, high up into her throat, and seemingly down into her loins as well ...
She began moving her legs back and forth, assaulted by a terrible, and for her obscene, desire. All of her inhibitions seemed to have disintegrated like neutrons under an atom smasher, and were drifting away like wisps. She pushed her fingers into his dark hair as he continued his devotions on her ripe young flesh.
"You're beautiful, Sally," she heard him say below as he laved her vulnerable and quivering flesh. "Oh God, you're the most beautiful thing in the world..."
His ardent adoration of her superb body weakened whatever remaining resolve the naive young wife might have retained for fighting the hideous thing that was happening between them. She could feel his fingers hooking into the top of her panties, but she was too weak to resist. She could feel her lower belly opening like a flower under his healing ministrations, being gradually exposed to the light until finally the top of her blonde pubic hair was open to the cooling air of the room. His urgent fingers then worked even more furiously, and she could hear his ardent gasps of desire. Opening her eye slightly, she looked down and thought she could detect the bulge of an erection in his pants. Sally gave a little sigh and closed her eyes again, resting her fingers on her nicely curved young stomach. Somehow she felt wonderfully at peace and relaxed.
Her panties came all the way down then and she lifted her buttocks ever so slightly, from instinct, in order that he could slip them off more easily. Where were they thrown? She had no idea. But there was a wonderful cooling effect on her legs and steaming pussy-flesh as her thighs fell mindlessly open. She knew that he could see the moist pink oval slit between her legs, but somehow she no longer cared.
Cliffs hands gently caressed her gorgeous legs. She was like a white goddess to him, the most supreme example of femininity and sensuality he had ever seen. He told her all this through the wonderful touch of his hands on her bare legs. And then suddenly his mouth seemed to be all over her legs, licking, gnawing, sucking, at her lovely tanned youthfulness. She moaned in delirium and tried to touch his head. She seemed to be undergoing the fiercest sort of agony in the vicinity of her loins, which were now flaming out of control.
His hands grasped her knees and pushed them frantically apart so that her voluptuously flowing cunt was revealed more clearly to him. He could see the rich oval mouth up between her legs, and his cock was pulsating with fury to get at it. In her present weakened state, she could not fight him off. In any case, he was beyond turning back. He worshipped her; she was too gorgeous for any man with red blood in his veins to turn back at this point. But because he worshipped her, he felt compelled to show his total subservience to the supreme power of her beauty, to demonstrate the ultimate devotion to Sally's pulsating blonde flesh ... and that meant. . .
She felt his hands slipping under the silky smooth ovals of her rear, and then he was pushing her up slightly. Then, before she realized swiftly enough what was happening, there was the touch of something like a finger at the moist open lips of her cunt. . . Yet it was not exactly like a finger, not exactly...
Sally froze as she realized what it was that must be tickling her tenderly exposed cuntal lips. No! He couldn't!
Opening her eyes and rising weakly to her elbows, she saw that it was all too horribly true. Alcohol and grief had led her into this ultimate degradation for now Cliff Mathis was licking devotedly at the hot wet opening of her pussy.
"Cliff. . . no ... you mustn't," she tried to protest, but suddenly a blinding wave of pleasure flashed through her cunt and she fell back with a hoarse gasp. Cliffs tongue had passed through her trembling wet aperture and was lapping at the sides of her inner vaginal walls. He had stopped muttering his devotions, but his mouth still spoke volumes. He took the wet folds of her cunt deeply into his mouth and alternately sucked and chewed on her sensitively throbbing clitoris which jumped and bobbed erect under his ardent ministrations.
Now it was Sally who was moaning and muttering, her beautiful blonde head thrown back as his nose and mouth rubbed in through the fleecy pubic hair. "No ... oh God ... oh Cliff ... oh my God ... I can't stand it ... oh God..."
She felt as if she were dying. No one had ever submitted Sally to this ardent humiliation before. She couldn't believe that she'd be able to stand it for a single second longer. Wave upon wave of the purest ecstasy blasted up through her cunt and her loins, which seemed to be totally at the mercy of Cliffs ardent, soul-destroying mouth...
By now it seemed as if millions of butterflies were fluttering against the walls of her belly. She put her heels into his back and dug in. Oh God ... oh God ... this was sooo beautiful. . .
"Oh no ... oh no ... I can't take it ... oh noooooo ... " She pressed her fingers down into his head as his lapping tongue and nipping teeth continued to throw her pussy into a turmoil. Her lower belly felt as if it were boiling and about to explode with molten lava like a volcano. She couldn't believe that this was her, but then she didn't have much time to think about it, either. Her loins were a witches' cauldron boiling with everything in the world thrown into it for seasoning. She felt as if all sorts of spices had been tossed into her cunt and were gradually eating their way out. She jerked her hips upward, rubbing her golden-haired cunt pressed all over his raping face. By now she could no longer remember who, what or where she was. There was only this fantastic feeling in her guts that was ripping her apart. A fierce burning that was unlike anything else in the world. It was instinct, it was obscene, it was all the pleasure and all the agony in the world wrapped up in savage togetherness. Groan upon groan broke from her lust-wracked lips. There was nothing in the world to compare this with.
All of her nerve endings were on fire, arcing toward what? What, what, what? What supreme agony or ecstasy could possibly compare with this thing that was going on in her insides at this very moment? And then she knew.
"Oh NO! NO!" she sobbed. "OH NO!" She dug her heels into his back and tried to fight him off with her fingernails and hands, her blonde head flung back, her face contorted with ecstasy, her entire body convulsed with an almost unbearable, blinding feeling that was more like pain and less like joy than anything she had ever experienced in her life ... and yet at the same time she couldn't turn back from this feeling ... drawn towards it like an imploding star falling back into an impossibly black hold of infinite gravitational force...
"OH! OH! OH! OH!" The lust-wracked young girl groaned as she traveled through the light years toward the most impossible orgasm ... the first she had ever experienced in her life ... with every nerve ending in her body burning up ... out through the ends of her fingers, and her hair and her tits and her groaning, ecstatic mouth, the most beautiful obscene force in all the world...
"Oh oh OH OH OH JESUS!"
Was that her cursing? She couldn't believe it herself. And then her eyes rolled skyward as this most powerful of shattering climaxes rolled through her with irresistible force as if she were being pounded on an anvil with a hammer, hopeless female jelly in the wake of this powerful force that had no beginning nor ending, but was merely wonderful wonderful wonderful from start to unbelievably hair-raising but lovely finish.
"Aahhhhhhhhh..." she breathed as the last orgasmic secretions of her loins gushed down and out over Cliffs face as he continued to lap her right through the finish and outwards. "Aaaaaahhhhhhh..." And then she lay back in a deep sleep as a rash of after-climax appeared all over her crazily heaving breasts and under her throat, her eyes shut with her lovely arm thrown over them.
Cliff lifted up his face from the obtuse spread of her open pussy. The sheet beneath her was soaked with cum as was his face. He was breathing heavily, and he smiled, pleased with himself.
The minute they had heard Cliff enter next door with Sally's drink, Viola and Randy had relaxed and laid back on the bed with Randy underneath. Then the lovely brunette lowered her large, pendant breasts toward his mouth and he sucked heavily on each one in turn as she rolled above him, gripping his cock and grinding her curl-fringed pubic mound down onto his genitals. Viola's love-juice was coming so copiously that now it broke stickily all over the handsome young man's naked belly. She gripped his penis and huffed and panted with desire as his hands stroked her beautifully shaped flanks, his fingers digging deep into the crevice of her buttocks and pulling each cheek widely apart.
She gasped at the ardent brutality of his hands. At times the way he pulled and mauled at her breasts he was actually hurting her, but she couldn't have welcomed anything more. "HHhuuuurrrrttt," she pleaded with him, "huuurrrrrttt ... " And he went along, twisting her desire-swollen breasts savagely until she cried out and digging his fingernails deeply into the fleshy mounds of her ass-cheeks.
And all the time they could hear what was going on in the next room. Something having to do with Sally having something done to her, although it was hard to tell just exactly what. They heard all of Sally's moans and imprecations very clearly, all of her protests, yet it was obvious that she was enjoying herself, and each gasp from her lips seemed only to egg Randy and Viola on. By the time Viola had positioned herself above Randy's lewdly up-thrusting staff, and taken it into her fingers in order to aim it for her yearning cunt, she was dripping cum all over his loins, lower belly and thighs.
And then she had it. With a single determined movement, spreading her legs as widely as she could so that the hot wet oval of her cuntal mouth was stretched to its maximum invitation, she dropped down onto his cock and felt it moving strongly up within her all the way to the top to bump mind-jarringly at her cervix.
"Oh! Oh! Oh! That's it!" she cried, skewering herself down completely around his massive rod of flesh and riding up and down, her enormous breasts dancing in the air. "That's it! Fuck me, Randy! Fuck meeee!"
The young man rotated his hips, forcing a cry of pure delight from her lips as his lust-engorged penis worked all around her sex-hungry passage. He ran his hands over her long shapely legs, and up her hips to squeeze her tiny waist. He tried to grab her swinging breasts, but Viola was pumping so ardently with her hips, her long black hair flying all around, that they swung and jumped erratically in their glossy skin, impossible to catch.
She was not long in cumming. Viola had been so hot for this excruciatingly joyful moment over the past several months, considering it night and day, examining it from every angle and rousing her ovaries into such a terrible ecstasy of anticipation, that she had very little distance to go. All of a sudden she threw back her head, sobbing as if she were in terrible pain, working her cunt all over his cock and grinding their crotches together furiously. There was an extravagant tracery of blue veins all over her breasts leading right out of her enormous oversized nipples and up to her agonized throat, which was tensed back with every chord straining for the impossibly wonderful release, her face contorted with excruciating agony, her eyes closed, her mouth an echo chamber for an endless series of whines, whimpers and moans.
And then she started making it. Wave upon wave of pure joy. She wanted to cup her exploding pussy in her hands as the waves of pleasure washed over her. Nothing stark, merely endless voltages of electrification making her all tingly and weak.
She collapsed over him, huffing and panting as her loins boiled and gushed love-juice all over his genitals, her long hair trailing teasingly across his flesh. And then Randy lifted his pelvis slightly, let out a groan to signal his own orgasm, and then began jerking uncontrollably as his penis shot wads of white spunk high into Viola's love-chamber.
And then, almost simultaneously with the orgasms of Sally, Viola and Randy, the sound of some sort of collision outside rebounded through the Mathis house, making both couples turn their heads in order to ascertain the nature and location of that strange sound.